Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, falling upon him with a pleasant warmth.
He set down his towel, picked up a cloth bundle from the corner of the wall, untied the knot, and took out a water flask.
The flask was still cool to the touch. He unscrewed the cap and tilted his head back, taking a few gulps.
Inside was cool water his cousin, Yang An, had specially prepared for him. It had a faint minty taste, refreshing and thirst-quenching.
Jiang Haoyang sidled over and squatted in front of Yang Jing. He looked up and asked, "Senior Brother, that Mountain-Shattering Stone-Splitting move you just did—the wind from your fist alone was enough to stir the wooden post. Are you close to the Peak of Dark Energy?"
